This week we have lots of kitties all in the same family. The
first picture shows Simba, Sheba, and Elsa, who are Egyptian
Maus. Simba is smoke colored, Sheba is dark silver, and Elsa is light silver.
All three love to jump and climb. Sheba likes to watch
television upside down from the top of the TV set. Simba is a top-of-the
refrigerator kitty. Elsa, who is the daughter of Sheba and Simba,
is spoilt girl and "just poses anywhere and looks good."

Our other kitty in the family is Tigger-Wigger. When his person-mom sent
in his photo, he wanted to wish Spencer a Happy Birthday. It's
unfortunately, a Belated Happy Birthday now. Tigger-Wigger's mom
wrote this out for Tigger-Wigger:

"It all happened four months ago. I was adopted by this awesome
family. I landed on the living room floor right out of a cat
carrier. By the way, I cried all the way home, so
it was a relief to get out of that carrier! Jeez! I looked around
with my tail in the air and my ears at the ready. I started slipping
on this wooden floor, and I’m saying to myself, 'This is great stuff!'

"All of a sudden, I am surrounded by three Maus. Boy, did they have an
attitude. They were all crouched down ready for the attack. Sheba
was the bravest; she walked over and handed me a couple of boxes,
spit at me, and then backed off. I said, 'Oh she’s just a big gray
ball of bluff.' Then there was this sound of a low growling coming
from Elsa. Simba just walked over and whispered in my ear, 'Don’t bother
-- they’ll come around. I have to put up with them everyday!
Nice to have you on board.' I said, 'Gee thanks, pal, nothing like a friend
in need.'

"I started checking out the 'First things First' -- the Litter Box --
I've got to have one or even two of those. Elsa followed me around
wanting to fight; as I passed her by, minding my own business, there
she was with her little short gray paw trying to box me, and it
was getting to me. So I said, 'Might as well get it over with for
the record.' She kept missing, so I looked around and with my long
paw, just landed a box on her ear. She spitted and growled, but
since then we became friends. I even let her bathe my face. BTW,
I believe that you and I, Spencer, have the same birthday month. So
once again Spencer -- Happy [Belated] Birthday to you."